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He smiles. “So damn bossy,” but crawls over me slowly and meets my mouth with his.
Yes. This. This is what I want. Tommy and me, together, naked. All night, all day. Against a wall, on a bed, in a changing room. Wherever we are. As we taste one another, I reach down and stroke his cock, teasing the slit on top with my fingers before doing a long, firm caress from the top to the base.
“Tommy…” I say, suddenly growing impatient for the main event.
“Yes love, where do you want me?”
“Fuck me, Tommy. Please.”
He chuckles once. “I guess we don’t need to worry about protection.” I laugh with him but it turns to a sigh as he positions himself between my legs. “Ready?” he asks. Before I even answer, he thrusts into me, growling in a satisfied snarl as he does.
But the movement is too gentle, too slow. Probably afraid of breaking me or little man.
“Harder Tommy.”
“I don’t want to hurt—”
I put a hand over his mouth, the last thing I want to think about while doing this is that. “Harder, please.” Tommy’s hips pull back and he pounds back into me. Yes! More! I don’t know if I’m saying it or thinking it, but it feels so damn good.
My legs are already shaking with restraint as he repeats the motion, over and over. Everything feels so right. But I know my body. Since getting knocked up, my orgasms are on a hair trigger. I’m surprised the motel didn’t get complaints about my self-induced moaning. My entire body is already tingling, my climax on the horizon.
Tommy’s growls grow more intense. “You ready to come for me, Tilly?” I yelp out a loud, “Yes!” as he pistons his cock into me again. The tingling intensifies, burning through my body like a hot iron through butter. But I need more. So much more. My hand flies between us, furiously rubbing at my clit.
“That’s it, babe. Come on my cock. Now, babe.” He’s slowing down, drawing out the pleasure but hitting that special, magical place deep inside me.
At the same moment, we burst together, his warmth seeping into me and mine spreading out onto the mattress. Taking his time, Tommy moves in and out a few more times before finally collapsing onto me.
He’s pecking my cheek with kisses in an instant. They’re wet again and I realize we’re both crying. Our reunion was more than beautiful. It was like a rainbow over a waterfall hidden in the middle of the most remote jungle on the planet while harps played and angels sung. I don’t care that its corny. I’m too happy. “I love you Tilly.” He says through his kisses. “I love our baby.” He mushes his mouth to mine. “I love you. I love you.” I’m giggling as he continues to pepper my body with gentle nibbles.
“I love you too, Tommy.” I say, knowing I’ve never meant the words more.
Chapter thirty-two
Tommy
The next morning, we make love again. There’s no rush in our lazy movements—nothing but tender touches and deep, lingering kisses. But immediately afterward, I can tell something's wrong.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Uh, yeah, just a little nauseous.” Without a second thought, I spring from the bed, driven by a mix of concern and the sudden realization that I've never really taken care of a pregnant woman before. Sure, there was Sam, but Greg was always the one by her side. I'm determined not to screw this up. If Tilly is sick, I’m going to make it better.
"I'll make you some eggs," I suggest, only to see her face lose color at the idea. "Toast?" Her smile at that suggestion has me moving toward the door, only to be stopped by her laughter.
"Babe! Clothes!" I look down, still completely naked. She's right; in my rush, I'd forgotten to dress. Slipping into my sweats, I hurry to the kitchen. From the bedroom, I hear her shout, “And a banana!” I chuckle to myself as I quickly prepare the toast and the requested fruit. At the last second, I grab one of the fresher flowers from a wilting bouquet on the counter. Ma always loves fresh blooms in her house. Probably my ass-kissing brother bought her some. Figures. With the flower in my mouth, I sweep back into the room. I was hoping she’d gush over my goofy/sweet display, but my girl isn’t looking at the petals dangling from my lips. Nope. She’s drooling over something else. As soon as I hand her the plate, she’s inhaling the food. Crumbs of bread litter the bed around her while she does some sort of magic trick on the banana. I swear one second it was there and the next…just gone. Maybe I should be disgusted, but watching her eat it so quickly, I feel a sense of pride. I'm doing okay so far, it seems.
"Tilly, can we tell Ma? She's gonna flip," I ask, excitement bubbling within me. My mother has wanted grandkids since I was fifteen. She doesn’t pester, but little hints here and there have been present for a very long time.
“You sure?” she asks, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Again, it should gross me out, but hell if I’m just too fucking giddy.
“Fuck yeah!” I say, maybe a little too loudly. “Come on, before she’s had coffee. It’ll be more fun that way.” I give her a wink and pull her off the bed.
When she’s standing, I pick up her pajamas for her and hold them out. She laughs at me again. “I can dress myself.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
She touches my arm. “No, it’s cute, Tommy. I really didn’t expect you to be so… happy about it.” Not happy? The woman I love is having my baby, what else is there but happiness?
"Are you kidding? I’m fucking floored, Til. For a split second, I really thought this baby was that other guy's. I saw you kiss him at the bar," I confess, the memory still stinging a bit.
